Love Unspoken

A flash of contempt had unmistakably flickered in his eyes. His disdain for her was palpable. It was a revelation she should have had sooner. In the cave the previous night, his eyes had been a whirlpool of restrained madness, yet he had refrained from laying a finger on her.

Perhaps her newfound ability to speak had momentarily perplexed him, or even piqued his curiosity. But his fleeting curiosity was no match for the choices she had made at the farm, the memory of her abandoning him for Walter. A man as proud as he would never tolerate his possession betraying him, seeking solace in the arms of another.

In Alexander's perspective, her actions were a physical and emotional departure from him. Every deliberate act on her part was a betrayal, a defilement. His pursuit of her, culminating in a leap off a cliff, was the ultimate testament to his mercy and forbearance.

Descending the stairs, Quinn found the meal untouched and cold on the table. Without a word, she took her seat. She spent the entire night at the dining table, eventually succumbing to sleep with her head resting on the table. Daylight broke, but there was no sign of Alexander's return.

In the ensuing silence, Quinn picked up the fork and managed a few bites of the now chilled food. She then changed her clothes and hailed a cab to the office. It was only there that she might catch a glimpse of him.

Upon her arrival at the office, Quinn sensed an unusual atmosphere. The typical office buzz was conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie quietude. "Quinn, took another day off?" a colleague joked upon seeing her. Quinn nodded and moved to her desk, having been absent for several days, she had forgotten the tasks she had previously been working on.

She recalled that Maria was supposed to accompany her. But after sitting idle for half an hour without any sign of Maria or even booting up her computer, Quinn scribbled a note and approached a colleague in the neighboring cubicle. The colleague glanced at the note and informed her, "You've been out, so you might not know. There's been a reshuffle in the company, many positions have changed. Maria, I think, left the company, but I'm not totally sure." He added, "A few from our department were transferred too, and we're expecting some new faces soon."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Taking note of the absent coworkers, Quinn realized that the department was indeed understaffed; besides her, only two others remained. Quinn wrote another note: Is it because of the shareholders' meeting?

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"The shareholders' meeting?" The colleague seemed surprised. "I'm not sure about that. Keegan might know. But how did you hear about the meeting?"

Quinn paused, then wrote: Just guessed.

The colleague responded, "I don't know what's going on, but the office has been like a hornet's nest these last couple of days-Everyone's on edge. But hey, you shouldn't have to worry, right?"

Everyone knew that Quinn's position was secured thanks to Kyle Astor's influence. With connections like that, she wasn't losing sleep over any corporate shake-ups.

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Quinn was about to return to her desk when a coworker tugged at her sleeve, "Hey, Quinn, would you mind dropping this off to Alexander for me? I'm kinda nervous to barge in there." After a moment's consideration, Quinn accepted the file, nodding in agreement.

"Thank you, really! Once this whole corporate storm blows over, if I'm still here, I'll take you out to dinner!" With a small smile, Quinn made her way to the CEO's office, file in hand.

She knocked lightly on the door and a stranger's voice called, "Come in." Pushing the door open, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar man occupying Alexander's chair. He was a man in his late twenties, dressed in a suit, his features soft with a touch of scholarly charm.

Quinn thought she had made a mistake. She checked the door sign again; it read CEO's office-no mistake there. A quick sweep of the room confirmed Alexander's absence.

The man, engrossed in his papers, looked up, "Can I help you?" Quinn hurriedly handed over the file, catching a glimpse of a nameplate on the desk-Landon Kennedy!